You were supposed to protect me,
Mother,
One day you would love,
The next you wish I was never born,
Not keeping him away from me,
Knowing it was going on,
You were in the room,
Then you would go crazy,
Hitting me,
I suffered at your hands,
There was no reason,
I was good,
Constant turmoil,
I was so young,
To understand,
One minute lifting me up,
The next knocking me down,
I never knew a Mother’s love,
She was so mentally unstable,
But I did not know,
Did not protect,
Just abused,
And let other abuse go on.

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This poem seems to be tailor fit for my child character in my current work-in-progress novel.
This is poem is about my childhood. If you need insight for your book please let me know. All my writing is based on my experiences.